Monday, morning
Another day within this life
Bathroom, kitchen
Prepare the breakfast get them up
It’s not like she can seek approval
As reaching out leads to rejection
But a word of thanks would mean so much
Get dressed, made up
She always tries to look her best
Hair done, coat on
Today she’ll look at a new dress
But what’s the point when he don’t look now?
She lost him years ago in a chatroom
Where he trades lies with other liars
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She heard an echo of her mislaid life, but she can’t see it anywhere
And if you were to see it somewhere before me, would you send it over here
(give it back to me)
(set me free)
(give it back to me)
(set me free)
The children, the future
There’s no question they come first
She loves them, but don’t like them
And lately it’s been getting worse
She’s always lived her life to serve them
And so they take her more for granted
She knows they do
And they know too
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Solo part
Chorus
Words and Music by Lloyd Grey (2004) copyright Work-In-Progress Music & Lloyd Grey
